The Villain's White Lotus Halo

When Yin Biyue came down from the stage, the deacons of the Qinglu Sword Sect forgot to announce the victory, everyone in Baopuzong forgot to go to the stage to help others, and the disciples of Cangya Mountain forgot to cheer.

The summer breeze blows through the elm trees, and the luxuriant branches and leaves on the side of the ring, after being torn by fire and ice, finally rustle in the wind.

The frost melted away, and there was a shallow pool of water on the platform, on which withered leaves floated.It's like a sudden autumn rain, washing away the hot summer and dog days, and bringing the chilling chill to the world.

The deacon disciple suddenly came back to his senses and said loudly, "This game is over! Cangya Mountain Yin Biyue wins!"

It's like a signal.Not only the disciples of Cangya Mountain, but also many people in the arena waved their swords in cheers, the sound spread far away, and the people of Yecheng in the distance also applauded.

The disciples of Baopu Zong jumped onto the stage, helping the pale He Lai down from the left and the right.

Duan Chongxuan laughed loudly, "Fourth Senior Brother, I will serve you tea and water and pass the sword in the future, and it's all up to you to cover me!"

This was naturally a joke, and the Cangya Mountain disciples all laughed and congratulated Yin Biyue one after another.

Only Luo Mingchuan still frowned slightly, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you injured?"

When he asked, everyone remembered.The victory was so beautiful that they forgot that Yin Biyue was facing such a fiery sword intent just now, and they were all worried at this moment.

Yin Biyue shook his head, "No."

Luo Mingchuan looked at him carefully, and finally relaxed, "Go back and rest."

Cangya Mountain disciple spontaneously made way for Luo Mingchuan to accompany him back to Qiuhu.

Duan Chongxuan originally wanted to go all the way, but when he looked up, he could vaguely see a colorful skirt and flower umbrella more than ten feet away.

Knowing that having me all the way would cause trouble to my senior brother, I had no choice but to say to the two of them, "See you at Qiuhu tonight, fourth senior brother, have a good rest."

Luo Mingchuan and Yin Biyue walked towards Yecheng.

As soon as they left, the two half-step Mahayana great figures on the east stand also began to leave, and the elders on the stage were busy getting up to salute and rearrange their seats; Qinglujian sent the deacon disciples to clean up the accumulated water on the ring; The people over there had already left halfway, and it was said that they were carrying He Lai to find the doctor at Jiekong Temple.

Zhong Shan and Song Tang also left at some point.

The competition is still going on, but there are a lot fewer people around the ring.

Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan walked in Yecheng.

Today is a small heat and the scorching sun shines brightly on the bluestone slabs.

The long street was empty, and there was no sound of barking or barking, as if the whole city had fallen into a deep siesta.

Only Xia Chan chirped tirelessly.

In the sweltering summer, Luo Mingchuan felt the slightest chill radiating from Yin Biyue's body.

On the way from Cangya Mountain to Yecheng, Luo Mingchuan had already discovered that his body temperature was usually low, especially at night.

Duan Chongxuan also joked, "It's so cool to walk next to the fourth senior brother, and it's cooler than holding the fire-avoiding beads to relieve the heat."

Because Yin Biyue practiced his sword power by the cold pool of Xihua Peak for many years, the cold air entered his body.

This is not uncommon, martial arts and spiritual talent will slightly change the monk's physique.

But now, just after Yin Biyue urged to use the Cold Water Sword, the chill was so intense that it was abnormal.

So Luo Mingchuan stopped, looked at the boy's face, and asked seriously,

"Brother, do you have any discomfort?"

Yin Biyue remained silent.

He didn't expect Luo Mingchuan to be so sharp, it was clear that he had controlled his breathing and pace to the point of perfection.

He was indeed not injured, but after all, he was fighting across borders, "Treading Mountains and Rivers" consumed his consciousness and mental strength sharply, and the last sword shot out all his true energy...

The spirit of the whole battle was highly concentrated, and at this moment he suddenly relaxed, and he felt the chill oozing from the meridians of the bones.

It is the unfinished meaning of the cold water sword.

In the past, this kind of small problem that is not a concern can be solved by only running the real yuan for a week.

But now he has no real essence and no strength.Being asked such a question by Luo Mingchuan again, he felt even more exhausted like a tidal wave.

I don't even bother to take two steps, can you drag me back?

...Hehe, this is too embarrassing.

Yin Biyue pursed his lips, "Nothing, let's go."

Luo Mingchuan didn't move, with a look of embarrassment on his face,

"Actually, it's like this...I just stood under the scorching sun for a long time, maybe because of the heat, I feel a little dizzy now... Would you like to help me?"

After saying that, he smiled embarrassedly.

Yin Biyue seemed to see him and Luo Mingchuan climbing back to the autumn lake.

Brother Luo!

Are you really kidding me!Why does Barrier Breaker suffer from heat stroke? !

If someone else said that, Yin Biyue wouldn't believe it even if he was beaten to death.

But Quan Cangya knew that Luo Mingchuan was a gentleman and would never lie.

Yin Biyue has already started to think wildly. Could it be that the other party has practiced some special skills and cannot bask in the sun for a long time? ...

He looked at the steaming long street, and found not to mention people, not even a dog.

So he nodded as if he was dead, "Okay!"

Help!

The two of us supported each other and climbed back to Qiuhu together!

...But such a shameful thing must not be known to a third person.

Yin Biyue took two steps closer, stretched out his hand, and supported Luo Mingchuan's right arm.The body of the person being supported leaned slightly towards him.

A strange and warm breath rushed over.

Although we get along all the way, there is no longer the uncomfortable repulsion that was felt when we got close to each other at the beginning.

But such a short distance has never been seen before, and Yin Biyue still feels uncomfortable.

I saw Luo Mingchuan expressing his sincere thanks, "I'm sorry to trouble you, Junior Brother."

"……No trouble."

After taking two steps, the expected difficulty did not appear, but Yin Biyue quickly discovered...

Sure enough, it is a person with heat stroke, it is really warm! ~(≧▽≦)/~

The chill on his body seeped out from the meridians of the bones, no matter how hot the sun was, it couldn't be dispelled.

But supporting Luo Mingchuan is obviously different.

The skin on Luo Mingchuan's body seemed to be filled with a thin layer of true energy, which was warm and dry, and passed to him through the Taoist robe.

The damp chill dissipated, and every inch of bone seemed to be warmed by the sun.

This is... the heat stroke is so severe that the true energy has overflowed?You won't faint, will you?

Yin Biyue had already gained strength, so he helped the man closer, and walked towards Qiuhu step by step.

The sound of cicadas resounded through the long street, and the breeze shook the shadows of the trees.

In Yecheng in midsummer, two young men in white Taoist robes helped each other through the winding and narrow streets.

The lanterns on the cornices of the tall and large houses swayed in the wind, behind the thousands of mansions, there is a sparkling lake.

At this moment, they both thought that they were the other's reliance.

******

"How did Sword Master disciple Yin Biyue defeat the fifth-ranked 'Baopu Seven Sons' at the Flower Folding Festival?"

The news spread to every corner of Yecheng at the fastest speed, and then spread to Nanlu and the whole world.

Every detail of that battle is recited.How the two sides use their swords, how twists and turns, how dangers surround each other, in every teahouse and wine shop in Nanlu, guests can experience it personally.

But combat veterans still have doubts.

'Treading Mountains and Rivers' vs 'Shangqingyun', 'Baopu Bagua' vs 'Cold Water' are equal responses, but why is the realm so high, and how can Yin Biyue win?

Just sword intent?

His realm is limited, can he really display the perfect sword intent with dead branches?

So the direction of Yin Biyue's sword was noticed.

A speculation spread that Hanshuijian defeated the enemy with one sword, not suppressing it, but cracking it.

He cracked the Bagua Sword.

"Absurd! Eight Diagrams sword has thousands of changes. I can't claim to be proficient after learning the sword for a hundred years. Can a young man who has lived for less than 20 years crack it?!"

When Bao Puzong's leader heard this statement, he immediately became furious.

He Lai on the bed looked pale.

He was originally the most hopeful person to hold Pu Zong in this flower-folding event.

But he was unlucky, and met Yin Biyue in the first round.

There are still precious medicines and stones that can heal the injuries of the flesh and bones, but how can the cracks in the Taoist heart be healed?

But he is one of the 'Seven Sons of Baopu', the Li Gua of the Eight Diagrams Sword Formation, if he is not there, how will the Sword Formation become powerful?

For Bao Puzong, this issue is more important than his injury.

For the harmony of his Dao heart and the success of the sword formation, Baopu Zong will always do something.

The elder carved a jade slip. After the slip was completed, it immediately turned into a stream of light and flew towards the Hengduan Mountains in the Western Continent.

"Is it true that I can send no one?"

******

During the Flower Folding Festival in the next few days, there were more Buddhist practitioners in Jiekong Temple and Xingshan Temple. The Buddhist Mahamudra and Vajra Indestructibility are indeed amazing; in the Lianjian School, it is known as the No. 1's Huan Huan fell to the field and performed the dead tree reaping the spring formula; there was also Zhong Shan's junior brother Tongfeng from the Qinglu Sword Sect, who made a flying feather sword with a gleam in his hand; Be the second to cross the border and win...

In the first round of the Flower Folding Festival, many young people showed amazing talents and cultivation attainments.

But none of the matches was as exciting as Yin Biyue vs. He Lai.

Therefore, the next match between the disciples of the Juggernaut became extremely exciting.

At the end of the first round, 160 people will advance to the next round and will be divided into 81 groups.

This time, the lottery will be drawn by the last 81 digits of the number.The three of Yin Biyue didn't need to draw lots anymore, they just had to wait for themselves to be drawn.

Yin Biyue had been in meditation in his room for the past few days.After the battle with He Lai, he learned a lot, so he stayed behind closed doors and sorted out carefully.Sitting down and looking at yourself, the threshold of breaking the barrier becomes clearer.

On this day, the results of the lottery came out.

He pushed open the door and saw that chatter was about to go out too.

"Fourth senior brother is going to Shen Yingbi to see the result of the lottery?"

Yin Biyue nodded.

Talking and laughing, "There is a place where the news is faster, why bother to look far away?"

Yin Biyue understood, Hualao was inviting him to visit flower houses again, ah no, teahouses.

According to the folk custom of watching the excitement and talking about the excitement in Yecheng, the news of the teahouse is indeed the fastest.

He glanced at the closed door of Luo Mingchuan's room opposite him, and didn't know if the person was in the room or had already gone out.

That day, he helped Luo Mingchuan back, sent him into the house, and left after making sure that he was fine, so there shouldn't be any problems.

Yin Biyue didn't understand why Hualao dared to take to the streets.It was clear that every time he went shopping, he acted like a public parade.

When they walked out of the autumn lake, passed through the mansions of the nobles in the south of the city, and walked on the main street of Yecheng, when a few girls looked at them with resentful eyes, Hua Nao sighed, "I was blocked at the gate of the city two days ago, so I said 'I already have my own heart, I love someone, and I will never marry her in this life.'... This is really useful."

Yin Biyue came to a sudden, no wonder, it turns out that your acting style has changed from a golden bachelor to an older infatuated man.

It was still the Taihe Building that day, and the hall was still full before the busiest time after nightfall.

Yin Biyue and the two walked to the second floor.

He didn't know that his current reputation was not weaker than that of chatterbox, and many people had noticed him when he went upstairs.

It's just that there is no spiritual prying of the monks, because of fear, and there is no unscrupulous gaze on him, because of awe.

The next moment, in the noisy teahouse, a needle drop could be heard suddenly.

A robe with splashed ink landscape appeared in front of him.

They want to go upstairs, and the other wants to go down.

The stairs are wide enough for three people to walk side by side.

But the other party obviously didn't mean to go wrong.

Yin Biyue looked up.

Compared with his face, the first thing I saw was his sword.

Wind and Rain Sword.

Zhong Shan.